Thrillist, August 21, 2016
Hippies have become kind of hard to define. Once upon a time they were the flower-power counterculture that dropped acid, drove inexplicably operative VW buses, and protested the bejeezus out of the Greatest Generation. You may recognize them from those pictures you found of your parents that you really wish you could unsee.
But you still know a hippie when you see one (or smell patchouli). Now they range from free spirits on college campuses to mountain-dwelling stoners, boomers still living in the ’60s, and boomers-turned-yuppies who buy expensive art. And while Eric Cartman still hates them all, they all need a place to call home. Every state’s got its eclectic hippie haven, whether it’s a farm commune in Missouri or an artists colony in Mississippi. We’ve rounded up the hippiest of the hippie from all 50.
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